‘Meed is a primping dunce,’ she shot over her shoulder. ‘He’ll be as much use on a battlefield as a two-copper whore.’ She thought about it a moment. ‘Actually, I’m not being fair. The whore at least might improve morale. Meed is about as inspiring as a mouldy flannel.’
– The Heroes, Joe Abercrombie

‘It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever,’ he said. ‘Have you thought of going into teaching?’
– Mort, Terry Pratchett

His whole personality was like an elaborate joke that never stopped telling.
– The Magician, Lev Grossman

”I got to tell you, you don’t look too bright. I got a son, stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale, and you remind me of him.”
– American Gods, Neil Gaiman

”You wouldn’t have the wit to find the fucking ground if I threw you out a bloody window! Are you listening? You’d have to take your shoes and breeches off to count to twenty-one!”
– Red Seas Under Red Skies, Scott Lynch

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime-ball.
– Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling

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En mycket svulstig personbeskrivning och ännu ett citat från Joe Abercrombie, denna gång från novellsamlingen Sharp ends:
”Glokta had everything, and what he didn’t have, no one could stop him from taking. Women adored him, men envied him. Women envied him and men adored him, for that matter. One would have thought, with all the good fortune showered upon him, he would have to be the most pleasant man alive.

But Glokta was an utter bastard. A beautiful, spiteful, masterful, horrible bastard, simultaneously the best and worst man in the union. He was a tower of self-centred self-obsession. An impenetrable fortress of arrogance. His ability was exceeded only by his belief in his own ability. Other people were pieces to be played with, points to be scored, props to be arranged in the glorious tableaux of which he made himself the centerpiece. Glokta was a veritable tornado of bastardy, leaving a trail of flattened friendships, crushed careers and mangled reputations in his heedless wake.”
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